I know I'm overreacting but...
How annoying! I have never been kissed that hard! I'm an updated version of Maria Clara for his fucking information!
I'm wearing an open-toe stiletto with a black shirt with a Queen-Anne neckline and black ragged skinny pants. This is the only set of clothes in the closet that fit my style.
While I was walking down the stairs, I was raking my bucket handbag. I stopped when I heard cries.
"I'm sorry, Mama, I'll do my best next time," the poor girl's plea in a brittle voice. She was on his knees with the woman, I think in her mid-40s, and she was angry at the look.
Who are they? Maybe Soleil's relative? I was about to leave when the girl's eyes and mine met. I see how her eyes squint. I shrugged and continued walking. I have so many things to do!
Soleil's father wanted to have a talk with me in the backyard. I was still a little lost before reaching their backyard. Her father and the elderly woman were having a serious conversation when they sensed my presence, and the old woman's face lighted up with delight.
I kissed Manang's cheek before Soleil's father's cheek. I tried to act cheerful, innocent, and kind in front of them. I guess... I have many masks to wear now.
"I'll leave you first," the old woman whispered before leaving us there.
I sat in the vacant seat and slightly faced Soleil's father. He's reading a newspaper with just his household clothes on.
I slightly cleared my throat to attract his attention. He sipped his coffee before putting the newspaper aside. He glared at my hand, so I looked there too.
"Daddy, what's wrong?"
He let out a loud sigh before he looked at me directly. His eyes express sadness.
"You look completely different right now, Soleil. Tell me, how's it going between Primo and you? "
I am now out of breath. "Dad, my relationship with Primo is a private matter."
The side of his lips rose, bothered by what I said. "Hija, Manang told me everything the day before you left our country." He tenderly took my hand and caressed my finger where the ring should be placed. "Hija, please open up to me. I can cancel the wedding—"
That made me rise from where I sat.
"Never!"
Primo plays a big role in my plan! That darn wedding is my ace! It can't be canceled because I'm sure it will do a lot of damage to my plan.
I immediately calmed down when I saw the shock on his face.
"D-dad... I l-love Primo and I'll p-promise to you that our r-relationship will work out. " Trust me, I'm hesitating to say that. I plastered a fruity smile on my lips.
He shook his head. "When I found out that you like Primo, I immediately accepted his father's proposal to me, though I can't get that many benefits from their school. Because I want you to be happy. So if the pleasure I give you will also cause pain in your life, I'm ready to take back what I gave!" He held both my shoulders. I looked there. "Soleil, I won't let anyone hurt my big baby."
I tried to smile. "Dad, just trust me."
What did the old woman and Soleil talk about that day?
He hesitantly nodded. I smiled and hugged him from behind. Soothing I hope in my next life, he will be my father.
"Dad, have you heard of the Reyes surname?" My lips pursed while asking that. I just want to know if Dad's approval was approved.
I couldn't help but let go when he shifted his back on me.
"Yes, I heard a proposal from him just a week ago—"
"You should accept it, Dad! That was my friend's family business. I've visited their company and it was nice…"
"I was about to, but they turned it down," he said, and took the newspaper to go back to reading, but I immediately took it from him.
"T-they turned it down? Why? "
This fucking proposal changed Dad's life! And then he turned it down?! I see no reason for him to do that!
"He took the newspaper from me. For now, I don't know, Soleil, so let me enjoy my newspaper and go on now to your orphanage. The children there missed you a lot."
I left there with nothing on my own.
Daddy is unbelievable! He made me turn like this to save our company, and now... he just wasted my sacrifice!
*****
"Bring me there," I told Soleil's chauffeur. I gave him our address.
I have to know his reasons, and he should give me a valid one!
My brows furrowed when I saw the things in our house being lifted out. I jumped out of the car and approached a man carrying one of our pieces of furniture.
"What's going on here?"
"Uh, Sir Reyes is going to sell his house."
"The hell... why?"
He shrugged and continued what he was doing. I ran into the house and almost ran out of things in it. I tried to find one of our maids, but I didn't see a familiar face.
Where is Mommy? How about Vince? I even saw him before! I don't know, but I'm already crying over my thoughts.
It was as if a thorn had bitten me when I saw Vince just entering the house. His eyes narrowed as he tried to get a feel for my face. Seconds later, the curiosity was discarded and replaced by anger.
He smirked. "What are you doing here?"
"Vince..." I stepped closer, but he backed away. Disgusted. Because of his action, I felt something in my heart.
"What are you doing here, Ms. Camero?" He mocked the surname he mentioned.
"Don't call me that!"
"I'll call you whenever I want! You're not Andra anymore! That look is what you'll carry until your death. "
"Why are you like that?! I was forced, Vince! You know that! " I'm sure my tears will burst at any moment.
His sneered. "Don't act like you're a damsel just because you were forced to! You're the one who will benefit the most."
"Vince!"
This is something I've never heard of before. He's always been sweet and kind to me, so I've never seen this side of him!
"Just get out. I swear you won't like it if I'm the one who drags you out. "
I nodded slowly. I'll talk to him some other time. If I asked where Mommy was, I knew he wouldn't answer me and he might just scold me. When I got to the door, for the last time, I looked at him with teary eyes.
Are we not going back to the past, Vince? Like how we used to be?
From what he shows, it's hard to predict...
Until I got out the door, no Vince followed me. I was expecting it! I was expecting him to take his words back.
My jaw clenched when I saw my reflection in the car's window. Before, Vince despised his parents the most. But now ... this is now the face of the person he hates.
"Andra!"
I tightened my grip on the handle and immediately turned to Vince. Did he say he couldn't stand me, eh?
"This will be the last time you'll hear that name coming from me." He handed me a white, small envelope. "Read that later when you're in the car." He was cold.
He gave the driver an address before turning his back on me and not looking back. I collected myself before I hopped in the car. I immediately read the envelope Vince had given me. It was my mother's letter.
Dear, Andra
If you read this, you'll know I'm out of this planet. I just have one thing to say to you. I may not be your biological mother for you or the others around you, but you are for me. Since the day I sent you overseas, honey, I've been regretting it every day. You wouldn't have walked away from me if my head hadn't been closed that day. I would never have lost you. Andra, please accept my heartfelt apologies. Please accept my sincere apologies. Please don't do the procedure. It's all because of me, son. Place the blame on my shoulders. Take revenge on me for your mother's death. Because I love you so much, I will take anything. Always keep in mind that I love you completely and completely.
Love,
Your Mum.
My grip on the paper tightened when I saw where we were. "No! No! No... No... It can't be! "
"Ma'am, we're here," said the driver in the review mirror.
I refrain from crying in front of him because I don't want him to be surprised and he might even report me to Soleil's father.
"Leave me here. I will meet someone here." I went out and didn't wait for him to answer.
I'm weeping like a fool now, yearning for Mommy's name. I'm hoping I don't see her name here, but seeing her name inscribed in a cold stone makes me feel like I'm bathed in icy water.
"Mommy…"
I lost two precious women in my life.
*****
What have I done in my previous life that has made my life so cruel right now? Why is it like this? Why does karma seem to be chasing me now?!
My feet felt so numb from running earlier. But I don't have time to enjoy it. I have to be wasted to be able to forget the pain on this day!
Back then, I didn't want to introduce a new person into my heart so that I would have no one to lose to. But now, the pain gets worse when I have no one to lean on.
No Vince. No Mommy. I have nothing now.
"Party!" I shouted at the wave of people while holding Antonov in my right hand.
This is my third bar now, and I don't know if my eyes are playing with me because I saw the man I had seen before in the bars I went to.
I'm not drunk, just a little bit tipsy. My alcohol tolerance is not that high or that low, just neutral. I'm drunk, but it's not that easy.
I immediately knocked over the bottle of vodka and immediately drew its heat down my throat. I need Jack Daniels! I stood up, but even before I reached the counter, someone stopped me.
"You're drunk..."
A smug appeared on my lips when I saw the face of the person trying to stop me tonight. The man who I was talking about
"What about you?"
Andra? Did you even get to hang out?
Maybe I'm his type? He probably wouldn't have followed me if he hadn't, right?
I smiled devilishly as I wrapped my hands around his neck. I saw how he flinched what I did. My eyes narrowed when I saw him looking around, as if afraid that someone might see our position.
I like to tease people who are especially sensitive to their feelings or reactions.
He murmured, "A-Andra, what are you doing?"
I clenched my grasp on him even tighter and spoke softly into his ear. Enough for him to take a breath and feel it.
"You were following me around like a lunatic; do you like me?"
I smashed my lips on him before he could shove me. I could see he was stilled when I moved my lips. He kissed me back slowly, and to my surprise, I didn't like it.
This isn't the first time I've kissed a stranger. And for the first time, I felt as if I was searching for anything. I'd like to feel something in my body!
When I felt his tongue enter my mouth, I was about to push him when someone dragged me away. I fell to the floor because of the force of his pull. My eyes widened when someone punched the man I had just kissed seconds ago. And I think my eyes widened, even more, when I saw who punched the man I was kissing.
The mighty Primo!
He punched the man three times right in the face. I wanted to stop Primo, but I couldn't stand up. It's my fault! For Pete's sake! I'm the one who kisses him!
"Stop!" even though I knew they couldn't hear it because of the people's screams, I shouted.
Primo screamed angrily, "How could you make out with my fiancee while dating my sister?" That was heard.
Two bouncers are preventing him. While the man is still on the floor and has not yet recovered, I really can't get drunk tonight!
Two bouncers are preventing him. While the man is still on the floor and has not yet recovered, I am wasted for tonight!
Instead of watching them, I stood away from them. Maybe I'll find another bar? I returned my handbag to where I was sitting earlier. Many people looked at me, but I didn't bother to pay attention to them. I don't care. All I want now is to get drunk!
"Isn't that Soleil Camero?"
"She is! For Pete's sake-"
I was stunned by their whispers before leaving with a sore foot.
Standing still, Primo greeted me in the bar lobby. I just gave up when he pulled me over and forced me into his car.
I found myself in a little convenience shop minutes later, waiting for Primo, who was purchasing something.
"What for? I'm not drunk." I sat down when he put the coffee in front of me. He wants me to get sober.
I heard his heavy sighs before he sat down in front of me. "Explain."
"Why would I? I'm an adult. It's okay for me to kiss strangers. "
"Stranger?! Andra! Gino is not a stranger to you, Andra!"
Dammit, Andra! I'm so careless! Whatever. I'm not in the mood to explain.
I rolled my eyes at him before I stood up. He hit the table, causing my belongings to fall out of my handbag.
"And where are you going?!" His voice is like thunder, but my attention is not on him but the paper.
My mother was only present to me before she passed away. Everything I'm feeling right now is being steadily replaced with grief.
I slowly sat down. I didn't know that I still had tears to shed. I shouted in frustration and pulled myself together before sinking my face into the table and crying out loud.
Minutes later, I felt someone tapping my head softly. That made me lookup.
He took a step back and diverted his sight. "Stop sobbing; I despise cry babies."
I sobbed, even more, when he said that. My sobs were more audible.
Yes, I'm a bitch at times, but I'm also a cry baby.